Chapter 182: Call me Mrs. Ryan
KATE
I opened my eyes, feeling a wet touch between my legs. Nathan had his face between them. He placed another kiss on the inside of my thigh.
"Good morning, wife," he said, lifting his face and giving me a seductive look. His deep, husky voice made me inwardly moan.
"Oh my God..." I replied, taking a deep breath. "Am I dreaming?" I smiled.
He grinned wickedly and lowered his face again, sliding his tongue between my lips and brushing against my clitoris at the end of the path. I moaned in response.
"Is this real enough for you?" he asked, looking into my eyes.
"It's more than that..." I bit my lip. "It's surreal."
With a mischievous smile, he continued to lick me, not averting his gaze from my face.
"Nathan..." I moaned, lifting my hips towards his mouth.
He gripped my thighs firmly and continued teasing me with his tongue, sliding slowly over my lips and clitoris, each movement driving me crazy.
His hands started to caress my thighs, massaging slowly. One of them moved up, sliding over my belly and ribs until reaching my breasts.
He massaged one of them gently, teasing the nipple, before moving on to the next. Using his palm and fingers, he continued to caress and massage me very slowly. The touch turned me on even more, making my body heat up. It was a delicious torture.
Every brush of his tongue turned into pleasure, spreading throughout my entire body. Breathless, I lost myself in moans, feeling the pleasure make me lose my mind.
"So sweet..." He groaned against my skin, sending vibrations.
His skillful touch always drove me crazy, but I knew that the reason wasn't just that or the way he knew how to give me pleasure.
Yes, he knew all my likes and desires, but what always brought me to ecstasy was knowing that it was him doing all of this to me and knowing that now more than ever, he was mine, and we would spend the rest of our lives together.
Thinking about that put me in a state of ecstasy, and when combined with the insistent touch of his tongue and skillful hands, it left me in a complete state of bliss.
Moving his tongue in a perfect rhythm, with gentle suctions at times, he was bringing me closer and closer to the edge. My body was entering a trance, with the growing sensation building up inside me.
My insides throbbed in response to the strokes of his tongue, while a wave of pure pleasure ran through my body, making me roll my eyes and moan loudly, almost losing my breath.
I arched my body, at the same time trying to close my legs, feeling spasms and small shocks spreading through my body. A burst of heat and tingling took over me. The overwhelming sensation made me climax forcefully in his mouth.
The fog of ecstasy clouded my mind as the pleasure pulsed through my body, turning into pure satisfaction.
When I managed to recover from the numbing sensation, Nathan was looking at me, lying next to me in bed, while he caressed my belly.
"Do you think you can wake me up like this for the rest of our days?" I asked, still slightly breathless and smiling.
"I can try." He leaned over me to kiss me, resting on his arms. "I'm going to take a shower now; do you need anything else, Mrs. Ryan?"
"Not right now, but maybe later." I slid my fingers across his abdomen.
"Wherever and whenever you want," he said, lowering his face to kiss my sternum. "I was thinking of going down for breakfast. What do you think?"
"I'll be ready as soon as I recover from your good morning."
He nodded before getting out of bed, completely naked. He is complete eye candy with his large, defined body. Turning to the side, I leaned on my arm and bit my lip, admiring his muscular butt and back as he walked towards the bathroom.
*
I had to finish breakfast before Nathan. He stayed at the table when I left the hotel restaurant to take a call from my father. When I hung up, I decided to wait for him in the lobby next to the elevator. I sent a message to let him know, but he didn't reply.
And I only understood why a few minutes later when I saw him approaching, but he wasn't alone. A woman was with him.
She was brunette, slim, tall, and very beautiful. A spark of jealousy ignited within me as I observed their easy conversation. She was smiling.
Who was she? Perhaps a model, another one with whom he... No. It couldn't be, right? After all, we were in Paris, not New York. I continued watching them. He hadn't noticed my presence yet.
Suddenly they stopped, and she began rummaging in her bag, taking something out. Then I saw her quickly place what I assumed was a room key card inside a larger white envelope and hand it to Nathan.
I couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing. Had she just given my husband the key to her room? The spark turned into a flame of fury within me. I took a deep breath, trying to maintain control.
Then I saw Nathan open the larger envelope and quickly return it.
*Better be, Mr. Ryan.*
Then he said something to her before starting to move away, coming towards me, finally noticing my presence.
He closed his eyes for a second, visibly tensing, when he realized I had been witnessing everything.
"Baby," he said when he stopped in front of me.
"Why did that woman try to give you her room key?" I asked, interrupting him.
"Love, this..."
"If you say it doesn't matter, I'll ask for a divorce tomorrow. Last chance, and keep it brief."
"Kate..."
I closed my eyes, giving one last warning.
"Okay. She's a journalist; I met her a few years ago. And before you jump to conclusions, she invited me to a charity event, and I thought she was just handing me the invitation."
I pondered for a second, focusing my attention on the woman who was still standing in the same place.
"A charity event... That would be good for your image and the company's as well," I said in a cold, controlled tone.
"What?" he said, looking confused.
"I'll be right back," I said before moving in her direction.
I approached her with determined steps. There was no way she didn't know he was married. Our wedding photos were published in dozens of magazines and gossip websites. And, of course, she's a journalist too.
"Excuse me," I said, stopping just behind her as she was engrossed in her phone.
"Yes?" She turned around, furrowing her brow.
I forced a smile.
"Sorry, I'm Katherine. Katherine Ryan. Mrs. Ryan, actually. My husband told me about the event, and you know what? He changed his mind, we'd love to attend."
"Oh... I..." She seemed confused.
"Is this the invitation?" I asked, quickly grabbing the paper she was still holding in one hand.
"Wait..." she said, trying to hold back, but it was too late.
With a smile, I opened the invitation, finding the room key card still inside. I looked at her again. She seemed embarrassed.
"I think we won't be needing this," I said, taking out the card and handing it back. "Thank you; we appreciate the invitation, and rest assured that my husband and I will enjoy the event." I lifted the invitation, then turned my back to her, leaving her stunned.
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